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Post by Jocelyn[Spirit] on Jan 22, 2009 18:11:29 GMT -5
Vicky sat at the the bar with a drink in her hand. Her long dirty blonde hair hung below her shoulders, with streaks of black in them. Her grey eyes were surrounded with eye liner, making her look like a mean raccoon. Her finger nails were black and sharp, weapons searching for a weak spot. Her clothes were black, lace and leather. Her entire look pegged her for a punk rocker chick that you dont want to piss off.
She crossed her legs at the knees, shaking her foot up and down finding herself growing a bit board. She saw a couple dancing on the floor and rolled her eyes at them. She hated the mushy crap, life was not a romantic fairytale, it was a shit hole. She glared at the coupled, putting her drink down and getting up, walked over to them. She pushed the girl out of the way and started to dance with the guy, she played her sexiest moves to show that even good guys in a relationship could cave to a femme that rubbed her body over him, and swayed her hips. The instant the guy reached to pull her hips into his for a closer dance, she pushed him away, looked at the girl as if to say, 'see? they all suck.'
She walked back over to the bar, tilted the glass and drank the last of her drink, slapping the bar tabletop, ordered another one. If only a guy could make her see that not all of them were bad, a guy for her to realize life, was not in fact, a shit hole.
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Post by eclipse on Apr 3, 2009 19:58:47 GMT -5
}}{ooc;;maybe not what she is looking for but im interested in how they will clash.}{{
It was 6 o'clock in the afternoon and soccer practice was over, all Tristen had now was time on a Friday night.He had no weekend classes or practice so boredom was soon struck as soon as the clock struck 7.Tri was laid up in his bed staring at the ceiling of his apartment tossing a soccer ball in his hand.Up down up down from his hands on his chest to the ceiling and back down,'I need to go back to the big city with Cameron and Julie Ryde soon.'He realized as the ball landed in his hands for he 7234th time.'At least something was always going on.'He raised himself up in the bed and flipped on the TV where a party was going on in a bar."There's an idea."He said to himself as he turned the TV off, got up to take a shower and got ready.
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A small and seemingly-new black truck pulled into the parking lot of the Oceana carefully and silently.A small group of girls turned their heads to see the driver: a blonde-haired-brown-eyed-soccer-playing-cutie. He gazed back to them, recognizing their faces instantly from college classes, and waved.He opened the door, climbed out, and stood at his full height of 6'1.Tristen Blake Ryde grabbed his keys and shoved them into his pocket before slamming the door and locking it.
He made his way across the lot and into the Oceana.He caught a quick glimpse of himself in a mirror and instantly looked away and into the sea of people.He decided to dance later and have a drink now.He weaved his way to the bar and took a seat beside some punk chick.He ignored her at first and got an icy water.'Only lowlifes get drunk.'He reminded himself as he took a sip of the liquid turning his head to the dancers.He leaned back and smirked."Wonder who I know..."He murmured to himself as he scanned the crowd for a familiar face.
Blake quickly glanced at the punks attire: black and leather.Next to his white 'Italy Soccer' tee and jeans she kind of stood out among the drunks, sluts, students, elderly, and other people there, unlike his 'blending-in' self.He would never get caught in here drinking it up like most of these people.It was senseless it was stupid it-
'Clink!Sploosh!'
Tristen didn't notice he was playing with the glass cup in his hands until it spilled in the direction of the punk and onto the floor.He jumped up his brown eyes wide."Holy- I am so sorry."He murmured and picked up the cup and started to clean the mess with the paper towels he was grabbing off the bar. |
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Post by Jocelyn[Spirit] on Apr 5, 2009 15:01:27 GMT -5
Vicky had just put the glass of her second drink on the bar when she suddenly her a smash and felt liquid on her shoe and leg. She looked down just as a blonde man rushed in to mop it up, stammering the whole time. Vicky rolled her eyes and gritted her teeth.
Of course, why not me? Lets make me life suck even more.
She hissed to herself, even though it was loud enough for the guy to hear. She wiggled around, trying to avoid his hands but at the same time wanted him to clean up the mess already.
Can't you watch what you do with your hands? I mean, god, look at this mess. These leather boots were NOT cheap, mr...mr.....so and so.
She growled at the man. She didnt even notice that he was kind of attractive, although she usually went with tall dark and evil.
She finally calmed down and stopped fussing around and stood up straighter to look at the man. She leaned on the bar, her long hair reaching way past her shoulders, black and blonde mixed together, made her look like an angel from hell.
Do you always spill drinks on girls who really need to loosen up, that have had such a shitty life and need a good time, but only to ruin that so called, good time?
She asked, crossing her slim arms over her chest, tapping her boot on the floor.
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Post by eclipse on Apr 5, 2009 15:52:12 GMT -5
'Im so glad this is only water.'He thought realizing some had spilled onto his tennis shoes shaking his left foot around a little as he cleaned.The bartender smirked as soon as he realized the water had spilled in the chicks direction.The look the bartender gave him read 'good luck sucker!'
Tristen kept his cool as he cleaned up the mess.Ignoring the girls unnecessary temper and obvious annoyance the best he could.He wanted to take back the sorry when she spoke to him.'Life isn't all that bad sourpuss, it's only the people wanting attention that make it seem worse than it already is.'He decided not to say this aloud and only reply to her by breathing "OKay."He cleaned up the mess and tossed the paper towel in the trash can.He sat down beside her again.
What was with this tough chick act?Almost evey girl he met had a temper at some point, where was the patience?Tri decided to lift the accident into a different direction, "maybe I can buy you a drink?Ya know as an apology?"He offered looking at the ground and then into her eyeliner rimmed grey eyes.Her apperance reminded him much of those sorceress that are beautiful but deadly.The thought made him smirk, with his luck she was.
"Nah, girls just jump in the way of the falling drinks alot."Mr. Ryde said smiling to her hoping to lift her pessamestistic spirit.He ordered another water and took a sip before setting it down and trying to keep from playing with the glass. |
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Post by Jocelyn[Spirit] on Apr 5, 2009 17:13:47 GMT -5
Vicky took a breath trying to calm down, knowing that her temper tantrum was making her mood worse. She tried to give the guy a smile, maybe she could have some fun with him. She turned her head up to look at him in the eyes.
Well, at least it wasnt something that stained. Sorry I was rude, had a bad day.
She flashed him a grin, hoping that he wasnt mad at her, and if he was its not like she would care. She would probably rip him a new hole. She smoothed out her shirt and pushed some of her hair behind her ear.
You come to a bar to only drink water?
She asked, nodding her head towards his glass, while her own glass had some funky fruity alcoholic drink. She ignore the comment about him buying her a drink, she never allowed guys to buy her a drink, no matter what the intent was. She cocked her head to the side, deciding should would let loose and have some fun tonight. She dropped her gaze to his shirt and gave a cute smile.
Im guessing you are a soccer fan? I used to play when I was younger.
She hoped she was doing it right, being nice that is. She usually does have a scowl on her face and cannot not say nice things, but she was trying to make a new her, for at least a night or two.
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